Now it was a hot sticky morning'Round the Fourth of JulyThe breeze was standing stillI'm hanging out by myselfAnd I'm having a good timeWith the folk inside my headAnd you know, Lord, How you did a lovely thingSee, times my head is lighter Than it's ever beenAnd anyone who's ever had Sweet potato pieDon't want pumpkin again, No, they don't want

'Cause it don't taste right, noLook-a-here city boy with your Silks and braided hairDon't you let nobody fool you With no imitation nothingTell 'em, say, unh, unh, buddy,I been thereListen mama, when youFinally walk on inDon't forget to bring along Your sweet potato tin'Cause when you serve him A slice of your sweet potato

Sin, girl, he won't want pumpkin again,No, he won't wantNow I took a trip down to Sissy'sShe's a friend of mineShe smiled and asked me inWell, she drew a box and a big,Fancy question markSaid, "Brother, which one is you in?"I told her, "Sister, don't worry 'bout the mule going blindYou just sit in the wagon andHold on to the line'Cause anyone who's ever had Sweet potato pieDon't want pumpkin again,Really don't want"

Now I saw the gates Gold and pearlAnd I sat right down In a dream of you, old friendI'm thinking some milk and Honey and a pot of stewMight fill that gap againYou know, I'm a thankful Witness to the things I've seen

And times my head is lighter Than it's ever beenAnd anyone who's ever had Sweet potato pieReally don't want pumpkin again, No they won't want